But to my bad luck (or luck maybe?) she heard it and turned around and asked me in a playful tone ” What was that I heard?” I said nothing and she...insisted that she hear what I said again. I replied “You’d look sexier if you don’t wear them” and smiled at her. She came and sat opposite to me and asked me how was I that sure. I replied her that for someone should have worthy stuffs to hide them with beautiful bras. She laughed out loud and called me an idiot and went into her room and latched. His hands pulled her limp hips upward, his cock jerking inside her. She was impaled, held up by his hands on her hips and his cock still swelling in her cunt. She kept cumming. His prick convulsed and then she screamed in pleasure as she felt his semen pour deep, deep into her bowels, hot and thick. She could feel each spurt shoot from his glans and slam into her innards and it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. She was incendiary in her orgasm, burning brighter and higher and cumming so. Anglea looked around asking what was happening and then she found out. The blades that sliced through the cheeks of her sexy arse were razor sharp and slicked her arse into bacon rashers in just under 5 minutes. Poor Angela begged for it to stop, That just resulted in more sperm finding its way into her open mouth. She really was suffering and there was still more to come.When her arse had been sliced into bacon strips and placed with her breasts and pussy meat, the butcher sawed off Angelas. One would have to slay them for the rest of his life, and perhaps that slow progression towards that inevitable status is what development for a man was really all about. Or maybe not. He could dodge and evade too. He could somehow make his enemy his friend, as that’s what many religious texts call for. But if a man follows through on his anger and murders someone else, whether justified or not, he’ll be watching his back his entire life. He’ll be evading and ducking and running from tall,.